Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Germany and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing New Order to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by DJ Style. All the underground hits.
All R.M.O. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ice-T record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fluxion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Rundgren,
Crooked Eye,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
June Days,
Alison Limerick,
Bobby Womack,
The Leaves,
OOIOO,
Tim Buckley,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ornette Coleman,
The Martian,
Aswad,
Blake Baxter,
Bronski Beat,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
John Lydon,
Underground Resistance,
Quantec,
Lindisfarne,
Erasure,
Tears for Fears,
Eli Mardock,
Pussy Galore,
Procol Harum,
Jerry's Kids,
Ultra Naté,
Glambeats Corp.,
Fear,
Goldenarms,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
MC5,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sällskapet,
Ten City,
The American Breed,
Alice Coltrane,
The Cure,
Nils Olav,
Susan Cadogan,
Max Romeo,
Charles Mingus,
Nick Fraelich,
Patti Smith,
AZ,
Masters at Work,
Pole,
the Human League,
Guru Guru,
Simply Red,
New Order,
Al Stewart,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Mandrill,
Silicon Teens,
kango's stein massive,
David McCallum,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.